Bow

Bowing is an ancient art. Most of us have forgotten how and why we bow.

A beautiful lady taught me to bow and kiss the soil: a very difficult spiritual practice! Every time I started to bow, I thought of something else I had to do before my forehead touched the ground. Have I ever completed a single bow? When I do, I will be in Heaven, and Heaven will be the Earth.

Bow just to bow. Touch your head to the earth because it's sacred beauty is an end in itself. The one who bows, the bow, and the one to whom you bow, are they not all the same?

This is how God becomes dust.
Touch your forehead to the earth,
bow down to the light in your body.
When the light within lifts up your head, crying
"Do not worship me, for I am you,"
bow down, bow down.
All around you, dripping with quietness,
flowers are doing this to rain.
The golden moth that lives one day
is doing this to flame. The moon
does it to the sun. One breath
does it to another.
Receive yourself.
Bow down and drink.
Be the mother
of your heart: this
is how dust becomes God.